Then he lifts his weight off me, drawing his cockvery carefully from within me. It still hurts, and I whimper. But then it’s out, and I’m only empty, hollow, and… sticky.
“Be right back,” he murmurs. “Don’t go anywhere.”
The fuck is he going?
Leavingme like this? Likethis?
“Oh yes,” I say sarcastically. “I’ll stay right here.”
Bound.
But the bed shifts as his weight leaves, and his bare feet pad across the floor behind me. Into the bathroom, where a moment later, I hear the taps come on, a rush of water filling the tub.
He’s back in a moment, but he doesn’t untie me. The room is quiet.
I turn my head, and he’s got his phone out again. As soon as I meet his eyes, there’s a click. And then another. Andmore.
“Did you just take a picture?” I say sullenly, though it’s obvious he did.
“No, I took a dozen.”
No remorse.
I scowl at him. He’s takingpictures? I’m lying on the bed, bound and naked, his cum leaking from my well-fucked ass, and he’s takingpictures?
The phone goes down on his bedside table, and I glare at it. I know damn well there’s no point getting a hold of it and deleting them; he automatically uploads everything straight to the cloud.
He unties my ankles, one after the other, and places a kiss on the back of my thigh, then stands nextto me, naked, leaning in as he unties my neck, then my wrists. His hands rub the marks away, but they’re not sore. The rope is soft, and his knots are firm, not tight.
“Bathtime, Tink.”
That actually sounds nice, but… “Give me a moment. I can’t walk.”
He gives that masculine laugh that’s full of smug satisfaction. “Turn over, I’ll carry you.”
That doesn’t sound too bad either, and I roll onto my back, unable to meet his eyes. I still see that irritating grin, like the cat that got the cream. Or put it in my ass.
He bends, sliding his arms beneath me, then lifts me like I weigh nothing, cradled to his chest as he walks us to the bathroom. The high-flow taps have done their work, and the tub is already half-full. He’s added a bath bomb, and the delicate scent fills the air, bubbles filling the tub.
It’s set into the floor, and that means he doesn’t even have to put me down, but can simply step in, lowering us into the water.
It’s the perfect temperature, soothing on my aching but happy body.
And Alex still doesn’t let go of me, but holds me to his chest, one hand cupping my breast while with the other, he runs a soft loofah over my skin.
After a moment, he reaches over and turns the taps off. I close my eyes and let my head loll back against his shoulder. We sit there for a while, relaxing in the water. Peaceful and calm.
“We should probably go back down and be good hosts,” I say at last. I don’t want to, though; I know they would’ve heard us. At least enough to leave them in no doubt of some of the things we’ve been doing.
“Mmm hmm,” he murmurs, making no effort to move.
That’s fine with me.
We lie there a while longer, until the water begins to get cold. Alex reaches over and adds more hot.
“Are we going back down?”
“Tomorrow.”
